The two titans are as cute as a button and as powerful as little gods, but you're not going to
"Listen...both of you are sweet. And smart. And you're interesting to be around. But... no. I can't be a toy.." You say, looking up at them meekly. They look down at you with a hint of disappointment. You try to salvage this. "If you take me back to Mawile, maybe we could all be friends?" You say, trying to get them to be more reasonable. Plusle responds ,reiterating a point she made earlier.
"You mean you're ok with being friends with us but as WE'RE the ones who have to pets? But humans get to keep Pokemon as pets all the time." She protests. The Minun sighs . "How could someone so tiny make us into pets anyway? Sis. I say we do the punishment thing." She adds . You shake your head at her , waving your arms about in protest. "I don't want to get punished. Please. Please. Just don't hurt me. Take me back to Mawile. She's a reasonable Pokemon! She'll accept your apology and..." "SIS!" Minun interrupts.
"Well...ok. I was kind of kidding. It isn't a punishment." She says, pausing and smiling down at you warmly. "It's more of a ...game. Getting to play with us shouldn't be something you see as a punishment little guy. Hmhmhm~ " " Plusle says , speaking in a warm tone, yet the mischievous giggle at the end still just sent shivers down your spine. "Oh... is it a gross game?" The Minun asks. The Plusle giggles before gesturing for her sister to approach. The two noisily whisper to one another about what they're going to do to you before returning to you. The Minun begins digging a hole in the dirt before pointing to you . "Hey little guy. Can you get in here?" She asks. You shake your head frantically. "Come on. It'll only come up to your neck!" She whines, but you're not having it. You attempt to run, but the Plusle catches you beneath her handpaw with lightning speed and swiftly picks you up and deposits you into the hole. The two begin packing dirt around you until only your head pokes up above the ground. You feel even smaller than you did before.
THUD THUD THUD. The two Pokemon stomp around you as thtey move about, soon their enormous pawpads fall down right in front of you. you crane your neck up, but cannot see past their bellies . The little Pokemon tower above you and could with little effort smother your head beneath their paws. Yet their attentions are quite a bit different. "So little guy...can you guess what we're about to do?" The Plusle asks. you shake your head, your chin dragging against the dirt. The Minun cheerily answers. " We're gonna play a game where we fart on you! We're each gonna do it a few times. Then, tomorrow, we'll cover your eyes and you'll have to guess who is who!" She says. You struggle frantically against the dirt. No joy. "If you can tell us apart by our farts, maybe we'll let you out of the ground again. But if not...we're gonna punish you even worse ~" The Plusle adds.
You hear the sound of the Minun's belly grumbling loudly . She steps over towards you and shifts her body around until her pucker is hovering right over your head. This is what your life has come to. A tiny little toy stuck in the ground, forced to sniff the gas of adorable little cubbish Pokemon. They might be cute little miscreants to everyone else, but you're clearly getting a very, very different view of them from a very different angle right now. Both figuratively and literally. The Minun suddenly blasts you with a surprisingly deep , powerful fart that leaves you dazed and delirious, a scent that is vaguely sweet and spicy, but mostly just painfully noxious.
The girls giggle among one another.
"Hee hee. I bet the little guy is feeling dizzy already! This is so much funner than just normally tooting~ Knowing he's riiiiiight there under me makes it feel...like I'm really awesome." "Whatcha bet by the time we're done with him, he's gonna just want to be our toy? Isn't that right, little guy?" " "Sis I have a few more coming on! Lemme keep on ok?" "Sure!"
The Minun resumes unloading farts onto you, blasting you with deep , relatively quite but still deadly potent ones. You begin to grow delirious...indeed, now your mental resistance is lowering even further. You'd never make it in the outside world. You need these two godlike little Pokemon. You cannot resist them. The only option is to become a toy . More farts rain down on you. "Sorry little guy! I guess my butt's just happy to have you with it~" She snickers, swishing her minus shaped tail around. Finally she gets away from you and turns to admire her handiwork. "Look sis! The little guy's face looks so silly." She says. Indeed...you're panting in and out, your face practically frozen in a silly expression.
The Plusle leaves you little time to rest, however. She elects to sit down in front of you rather than however her butt over you like her sister did, her rear crashing down with a thud. She scoots back and after a brief pause unloads a high pitched squeaker of a fart, this one smelling both sweet and rancid. Clearly she's more into sweets than her sister is. She reaches behind her with a handpaw and cups it over you.
"Haha~ Watch this sis. I bet I can make him pass out." She boasts before letting rip with a flurry of farts that's painful to the ears.Even the minun grimaces knowing just what you're up against. Her hand makes sure you're trapped in a dutch oven as her scents amplify more and more until you finally pass out.
When you wake up, the two are sound asleep. You struggle against the soil to no avail. There's jut no unpacking this. You're thankful that you can breathe at all in the first place...and for the first time since their game began, the air smells fresh. Not wanting to think about the realities of your situation, you instead elect to simply rest again, eventually falling asleep. When you finally wake up again, the two are looming over you. "Now it's time for your test!" The Plusle boasts . The Minun quickly throws a blanket over your head, blinding you, then adjusts the blanket to give you room to breathe. You hear thuds and thuds and thuds. "Good luck little guy!" "Good luck little guy!" The two cheer out together. You hear more thuds. Soon, a powerful burst of gas roars out ,filling the darkness beneath the blanket. This one smells...sour. Sour with a hint of sweet. They both probably had a different flavor of berry prior to this round, because repeating their meals from before would have made this too easy. You desperately sniff at the gas, swallowing your shame and doing your best to sample the scent and cross-reference it with the farts you faced before. Equal parts humiliated and terrified , you finally make your guess.
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